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Verse 1
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Heartless
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I used to make sense of the streets
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Now it just isn't computin'
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Gangsters would open they mouth,
them kids in the house before
they start shootin'
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Now it just ain't no compassion
Niggas' grandmothers as targets
Murder rate steady increasin'
They say that she is the harshest
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You got some babies, be cautious
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Make sure you keep them in sight
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They might get killed cause they fallin'
A little too deep in this life
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I've tried to even the fight
They don't care where
they start shootin'
To them, your daughter some bitch
To you, she a honor roll student
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And mama just hollerin' hootin'
Holding up baby that's dead
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He wasn't part of the gang
That's some shit he would
post on the web
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This isn't how I was bred
I had to adapt to the times
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Just cause I'm shorty 13,
Domini ain't strapped with a 9
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I'm feeling so trapped in my mind
I might have to murder a kid
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Cause somebody gave him a gun
The devil a son of a bitch
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Spike don't know why we was mad
This shit ain't for him to sell
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He going home to New York
My niggas going to hell
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Cause they so heartless
Ain't no pity felt, every man for himself
Only rule that still apply
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Heartless
And the bodies keep pilin'
These niggas wildin'
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The streets sold
Heartless
These niggas sold
Heartless
The bullets sold
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And I'm sold
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And the bodies keep pilin'
These niggas wildin'
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I won't try to pray for my city,
like y pray for the Paris attacks
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Y 'all care about innocent lives,
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or just sharing embarrassing facts
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They blame the parents for that,
daddy can't get a parole
Mama is working a job,
shorty is out of control
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OG's are sending him off,
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they put the heat in his hand
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He think they taking a life,
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it's just part of being a man
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He saw his brother get killed,
his heart full of hatred and pain
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He see the niggas he blame,
don't think it make him insane
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Year after year this shit,
how could we not become
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numb?
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It's hard to believe in a God,
more than we believe in a gun
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Police is killing us too,
got no respect for the law
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Take them an hour to come,
only a second to draw
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Mexico sending us dope,
we selling and think we the plug
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But you play around with they money,
they kill everybody you love
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These rappers ain't telling the truth,
ain't nothing bout none
of this cool
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Something is wrong with this shit
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When a girl bring a gun to the school
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To do something heartless
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Ain't no pity felt
Every man for himself
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Only rule that still apply heartless
And the bodies keep piling
These niggas wiling
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So it's kill or die heartless
The streets sold heartless
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These niggas sold heartless
The bullets sold heartless
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And I'm sold heartless
And the bodies keep pilin'
These niggas wildin',
Outro 1
so it's kill or die
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